It isn't unusual to see people by the training area, but that's on a normal day. The past few days have been anything but normal. Everything is wet and soggy, and while some of the more dedicated fighters might consider this ideal practice for less-than-ideal locales, it's gotten to the point where seeing anyone outside at all is practically a cry for help.
Which, of course, explains why Hermione is outside, albeit she's using the excuse of having gathered herbs from the garden to help with healing potions as her reason for being there. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), having rounded the wrong corner and used the wrong door - had Skyhold always been this confusing to navigate? Or is she just disoriented? - she soon comes across Korrin, and she knows that this isn't exactly the ideal place for a nap.
"Korrin," she calls, approaching her friend quickly. She sets down her bag filled with the herbs she'd collected and gently reaches a hand for her shoulder, meaning to shake her awake. But then there's a sudden sensation of heat, and it's definitely not from any fever; she's at a loss for explaining just what it is until she sees the half-naked form of a woman - and oh, she recognizes that woman! - and realizes just what it is she's seeing and feeling... or rather, what Korrin is feeling. Hermione isn't-... no, that warmth is likely from either the way she's fiercely blushing or the beginnings of the same fever everyone else is currently afflicted with.
Clearing her throat and settling on decidedly less eye contact than she's used to, Hermione once again tries rousing Korrin with a little shake to her shoulder. "Korrin, wake up. We have to get you into a bed. A dry one."
Training area
Which, of course, explains why Hermione is outside, albeit she's using the excuse of having gathered herbs from the garden to help with healing potions as her reason for being there. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), having rounded the wrong corner and used the wrong door - had Skyhold always been this confusing to navigate? Or is she just disoriented? - she soon comes across Korrin, and she knows that this isn't exactly the ideal place for a nap.
"Korrin," she calls, approaching her friend quickly. She sets down her bag filled with the herbs she'd collected and gently reaches a hand for her shoulder, meaning to shake her awake. But then there's a sudden sensation of heat, and it's definitely not from any fever; she's at a loss for explaining just what it is until she sees the half-naked form of a woman - and oh, she recognizes that woman! - and realizes just what it is she's seeing and feeling... or rather, what Korrin is feeling. Hermione isn't-... no, that warmth is likely from either the way she's fiercely blushing or the beginnings of the same fever everyone else is currently afflicted with.
Clearing her throat and settling on decidedly less eye contact than she's used to, Hermione once again tries rousing Korrin with a little shake to her shoulder. "Korrin, wake up. We have to get you into a bed. A dry one."